(this series starts here)
He called me at work the next day. I don't know why it was unexpected, but it was. My innate flight response had not been triggered, and I was anxious to see him again. The infatuation of the beginning stages of a relationship had me tight in its grip. He verified that I was doing okay with processing the events of the previous evening, and asked to see me again that night. I said I had plans but might be able to fit him into them. He said to give him a call at home later if I wanted him to come over. I balked at the idea of calling him at home, because his wife would be there, and tried to get him to call me later. But he just said if I wanted to see him I had to call, and he hung up.
I had been asked to babysit that night, and since I didn't have a car at the time it wasn't unusual for me to stay overnight in the basement "guest room". I figured the mom might not mind if he came over after the kids were in bed. They were old enough that once they were in bed they were in bed and were unlikely to need me again. I was right, and all I had to do was swallow the lump in my throat and call his house.
I picked up the phone in the kitchen and stared at it for a bit, but of course desire won out and I dialed his number. And of course it wasn't him that answered the phone, it was the wife.
"Hi, um, is... John? There?"
"Who is calling please?"
*panic sets in and my heart starts beating really fast*
"Um, this is Annora"
"Oh! Annora, hi! So you and John are going out tonight?"
"Uh. Yeah. I'm hoping so..."
"Great. What are you going to do?"
"Um... I think we're just going to stay in?"
"Oh, very cool. Hang on, I'll go get him."
He got on the phone then and we worked out details- he'd come over at 9. I put the kids to bed at 8:30, and for some reason decided I should take a shower, so I did that, and my hair was still wet when he got there. Thinking back on it, I have no idea what made me think it was a good idea to get my hair wet. Wet stringy hair is not so sexy, and my hair when it has been allowed to just air dry? Really awful.
Anyway, he got there, and we settled in on the couch in the living room, he at one end of the couch and I at the other, with my feet in his lap. I don't know who I thought I was kidding sitting apart from him. I knew very well what was going to happen, and knew just as well that I wanted it to. At least doing so made for one of the funniest moments I've ever had on a date.
We talked for a few minutes, and then he lunged at me, arms on either side of my body on the arm of the couch- I was turned sideways leaning against the arm of the couch facing him. He was intending to come in for a kiss, but with the quick shift in weight the couch separated and he fell through the gap onto the wood floor. We both laughed and as he got up he said "Sectional. Good to know."
We got the couch re-set and easily got into a good position for some kissing and some roaming hands, without re-separating the couch. Much as I had the evening before, I lost myself in those kisses. Due to the fact that we were this time lying together on a couch rather than in the front seat of a car, he was able to get his hands on me for the first time. I have long thought that my breasts and nipples were not very sensitive, and I had told him that. He proved me wrong fairly quickly, and pointed out that what I said did not match with the fact that I nearly jumped out of my skin when he so much as brushed his fingers over them.
Before those words had vanished from my ears, I heard a key in the lock. I quickly pushed him off me and into a sitting position, sat back up myself and dropped my feet into his lap in an exact image of our earlier positioning. He lifted my feet, dropped a throw pillow over his lap and laid my feet back on it. When the mom and her boyfriend walked in, we looked like we weren't doing anything, but I'm sure she knew, and not only because my still damp hair said it quite plainly. Introductions were made around, the mom said she and her boyfriend were going to have some wine and she'd take over with the kids, which was my cue to exit, and lead John by the hand to my "room" in the basement.
To be continued...
Posted by Annora at April 12, 2006 11:04 PM